- Week before Christmas
- ashmarnet —
- December 17th, 2011
T'was the week before Christmas and what do I find
As I sit in my car, in the parking lot line
At the mall as I wait for an open park space,
My frustration is growing each moment with hate.
Almost an hour has past as I drive ‘round said line
I slowly feel like I’m losing my mind
“I just want to go” I say to myself
As I drive past the couple with the “elf on a shelf”
What a fun little trick to keep the kiddies in line
To make them behave around Christmas time
And as my thought wanders and with wonder I say
What about something that works every day?
The holidays now are just commercial and toys,
What happened to faith? What happened to joys?
This wasn’t what it used to be,
waiting to buy the next big thing.
All this I thought as I was still parked in that line
As I wait for people who don’t know how to drive
In the rain and the crowds my patience is thin
I just want to go home, I can never win.
All I wanted was to go to the store,
To pick up cleaning supplies, that’s it nothing more.
And as I finally find that opening in sight
I make my escape and catch the green light.
I look in the mirror as mall slowly fades
Never again during the holidays,
Will I go to the mall, for the practical things
I’ll try someplace else, away from the bling
The toys, the clothes and electronics galore
As I think that there’s always another store.
Now the mall is no longer in sight
I step on the gas and my smile is bright.
I made my escape as I see other cars
Going in the direction that cause my emotional scars
From that experience I don’t want to relive
Because of my patience that was about to give
As I continue to drive all the way down the street
As I listen to the radio, a song with a beat.
I take a deep breath while driving along
Thinking back to chaos and singing my song
“What was I thinking?” I say out loud
Going down that way, with the madness of the crowd
I now park my car in front of my place
I open my door, jump out and limp with haste
To my front door as I head inside
To the place that I have preside
With my mom on the couch, who plays with the dog
She looks up at me says, “What took you so long?”
“You don’t want to know” is my only response
As I head to my room and lay on my bed
I close my eyes and try to of think instead.
Christmas is coming, only a week away
Time for cheer and toys once someone did say
And thing that’s missing that I’ll never get back.
Because she is gone
and that’s an unfortunate fact.
We try to move on and say ‘she’s in a better place’
And the first Christmas is the hardest, even with grace
Because we’ll be thinking of her this time every year
And it will always bring us to tears
And all I can say is as the day’s ending is near
“Nana, I miss you. I wish you were here.
Christmas will never, ever be the same”
No matter what they say, or what they can claim.
So to those who have forgot what this time is about
Go home, see your family and try not to pout.
Because you never know what time you have left
So celebrate now and don’t ever forget
That family is what all this is for
And say Merry Christmas and hope for many more
And pray for the souls that are no longer here
Knowing that that they’ll watch over us all day and all year
And as you read this, you know I am right
So say merry Christmas, Thank you, and goodnight.